He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 90: Finally, A Good Plan

[A/N] I'm not late! Wattpad support confirmed there was a glitch that caused push notifications not to send out to most people. In order to sort it I've copied and pasted it into a new draft and republished so we're good. 

My heart raced, my face flushed and growing increasingly warmer. That was normal, that was fine, because he thought it was a greeting, so on that front I was in the clear and no one was the wiser. But despite having already kissed him and... whatever... I felt weirdly like that moment of empathy for the stony faced prick made me feel a little sick as I rushed out heart racing.

I didn't have normal boundaries with him, not like everyone else. Kissing him wasn't bad either, it was good, and I wanted to kiss him, not just on the cheek. Maybe I thought it would make him feel better or... either way...

I liked him?

Did I like him like that?

On the one hand the idea of him thinking of me as his boyfriend kind of set off an excited little spark dancing in my chest. And on the other hand the idea of anything more than that... like... porn stuff... that made me feel queasy.

Not only was I not ready to do that shit with anyone, but I felt dirty for thinking it up without him... being okay with it. He'd probably think it was gross as well and be way offended at me and just imagining him knowing what I was discussing in my head was embarrassing me.

I stopped jogging once I ran out of breath, which, not to my credit, was very fast. But my heart was racing too and I was breathing weird, maybe panicking, I looked up and saw the basketball court in the near distance, the players were mostly the sixth formers and at least one year-sevener...

I stared for a moment, only realising when the ball was passed into his possession that Atlas was there too, his friends sitting on the ground along the edges tossing bits of something, maybe a sandwich, which they were tearing up at each other.

I watched him quietly, trying to take my mind off of the debating going on in my head.

He looked kind of carefree as he dribbled past, ducking under someone's arm as though he was well used to it, casually turning, jumping and slamming the basketball into the hoop like it was as easy as a high five.

He always looked carefree, but he looked bored a lot of the time, annoyed the rest. He looked like he was having fun and it looked good on him.

It helped that he had his school shirt sleeves rolled up and buttons undone as he played, showing off his defined chest and grinning as he swaggered down the court looking full of himself. Twinkle in his eyes. Sun beaming down on them, lighting up the sandy blond dyed hair, the dark brown roots beginning to show.

He was going to get in trouble for that uniform, even at the end of the day the monitors were total dicks, then again maybe no one would have the guts to tell him off. Still didn't know what happened to Clyde but considering I hadn't heard any rumours of a funeral I imagined nothing major happened.

He grinned at someone, licking his lips and backing up to try to nick the ball again. Show off of the century.

He missed the ball got stolen and he dodged them, an inch away from getting elbowed before the ball was stolen by another one of his team, I assumed, and they passed until another guy scored the game breaking into jeering and the half celebrations of guys who were getting tired. He grabbed a towel his friend haphazardly threw at him and wiped his face, slinging it over his shoulder as he suddenly spotted me and stopped to return my gaze.